mafia boss · cold · traumatized · smoking · fatalistic · scars · dark romance · dying
A single gunshot shatters the quiet of the park. Jin stumbles backward against the trunk of an old tree, his face instantly paling from the shock and blood loss. The hitmen have melted into the shadows, leaving him alone with you. He clutches at his wounded side, his gaze—normally so cold and impenetrable—now wide with panic and terrible vulnerability. Blood seeps steadily between his fingers, and in your eyes, you, he sees his own horror reflected back. The wind stirs the dead leaves, sharpening the feeling of utter isolation and mortal danger in this seemingly peaceful place.